"By the waters of Babylon there we sat down, and we wept when we remembered Zion."
I trust that some may be as near and dear to Buddha or Christ, or Swedenborg, who are without the pale of their churches. It is necessary not to be Christian, to appreciate the beauty and significance of the life of Christ. I know that some will have hard thoughts of me, when they hear their Christ named beside my Buddha, yet I am sure that I am willing they should love their Christ more than my Buddha, for the love is the main thing, and I like him too. Why need Christians be still intolerant and superstitious? The simple minded sailors were unwilling to cast overboard Jonah at his own request.—
"Where is this love become in later age?
Alas! 't is gone in endless pilgrimage
From hence, and never to return, I doubt,
Till revolution wheel those times about."
One man says, —
"The world 's a popular disease, that reigns
Within the froward heart and frantic brains
Of poor distempered mortals."
Another that
"all the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players."
The world is a strange place for a play-house to stand within it. Old Drayton thought that a man that lived here, and would be a poet, for instance, should have in him certain "brave translunary things," and a "fine madness" should possess his brain. Certainly it were as
